Villain of Destiny: I can have infinite epiphanies

"This fairy, I am a handyman disciple, so please spare me."

Luo Hao lowered his head and said, "I was assigned by Deacon Wu to clean the courtyard of the parasol tree. It's not easy."

But he was sneering in his heart, Huang Xian'er, just wait for me.

The countdown to your death has begun.

"Deacon Wu is dead, don't you know?"

Huang Xian'er's eyes darkened slightly, and she asked with full scrutiny.

"Dead?" Luo Hao said blankly, "I don't know?"

He really shouldn't know, because he has been recuperating for the past ten days.

How can you know what's going on outside?
He is just a handyman disciple, no one will suspect him.

The big shots in Wutong Palace would not notice him if they wanted to investigate anything.

Handyman disciples are just ordinary people, without any threat.

"get out."

Huang Xian'er scolded in disdain.

As soon as he turned around, he returned to the underside of the sycamore tree and began to practice.

To her, Luo Hao was just an ant.

Not worth her second shot lesson.

She would never have thought that the person who insulted her on her portrait of recruiting relatives was Luo Hao, whom she looked down upon.

Luo Hao's life became easier.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

He cleaned the courtyard of the parasol sacred tree every day, and his life was very comfortable.

The Indus Sacred Tree still has 21 restrictions and has not yet realized the epiphany, as long as he waits for another ten days or so, he doesn't have to pretend.

At that time, Huang Xian'er would not have to worry about it, she could kill it easily.

He wanted to get through these few days in peace.

However, the sky did not meet people's wishes.

Ke Yanran planned for a long time, and came to trouble him again.

"Mr. Luo, you clean the fallen leaves every day, are you tired?"

Ke Yanran came up with concern, and took out a handkerchief, and helped Luo Hao wipe off the sweat from his face under Luo Hao's dumbfounded gaze.

Luo Hao was dumbfounded.

Ke Yanran's actions are definitely making trouble.

As a handyman disciple, how could he refuse such kindness.

However, such a move was too intimate.

Ke Yanran definitely has bad intentions and evil intentions.

"Miss Ke, what do you want to do?"

Luo Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a fierce glint.

In an instant, he regained his composure, afraid that others would notice his abnormality.

"Yeah, you want to kill me?"

Ke Yanran said with a smile: "Then you, hurry up and do it?"

"You, don't overdo it."

Luo Hao said helplessly: "We have settled this grievance."

"Hey, you are really a stingy person. This girl wipes your sweat for you. This is a blessing that many people can't envy. But you are so indifferent and have murderous intentions towards me. You hurt my heart too much."

Ke Yanran smiled strangely, "As for grievances, we have already forged grievances, don't you know?"

"Okay, let's count on you to be cruel, let's wait and see."

Luo Hao was furious, Ke Yanran didn't dare to refuse Ke Yanran's act of wiping her sweat, and could only let such a thing happen.

If you refuse, I am afraid that the disturbance will be even greater.

If he dares to refuse the intimacy and kindness expressed by the close disciple of the master of Wutong Hall, he is not qualified.

Accepting such kindness, anyone who is smart can see that Ke Yanran is definitely using him as a handyman disciple as a cover, and there must be ulterior motives.

"The age I pretended to be is that Zhuge Hongyi, the son of Zhuge Yi, the lord of the Indus Palace, is already over 2000 years old, yet he still dares to put on a thick face and want an old cow to eat young grass."

Ke Yanran smiled dismissively and said: "Zhuge Hongyi always pesters me, and expresses the idea that he wants me to be his Taoist partner. In this case, I can only pass Zhuge Hongyi's anger on to you. You should deal with it well."

"You have to persevere and don't let up."

"Just like the power to dissolve the curse, Zhuge Hongyi was cleaned up."

"You must, please, don't let me down."

Ke Yanran blinked, then walked away with a smile.

"Ke Yanran, you really know how to play."

"When I find the right opportunity, I'll play you to death."

Luo Hao had no choice but to make such a great wish in his heart.

Zhuge Hongyi's eyes were gloomy, his body sitting cross-legged under the parasol tree was trembling faintly.

"Brother Hongyi, you won't be angry, will you?"

Huang Xian'er enlightened from the side: "I guess, Ke Yanran is dissatisfied with you, and that's why she deliberately showed a gesture of intimacy with that humble handyman disciple, just to irritate you and want you to do something inappropriate."

"It is well known inside and outside Wutong Hall that brother Hongyi is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, and you have always had the demeanor of a sage. If you get upset with that lowly handyman disciple, wouldn't you have been fooled by Ke Yanran, thus destroying your gentleman demeanor?"

She felt that it was necessary to persuade Zhuge Hongyi, there was no need to affect his mood for a lowly handyman disciple.

"Sister Xian'er, you are right, but this bad breath really made me panic."

Zhuge Hongyi said desolately: "Ke Yanran rejected me on the grounds of my age. Is this a problem for practitioners?"

"She turned around and started flirting with a handyman disciple. She deliberately did this in front of my face. Isn't that slapping me in the face?"

"She didn't care about my face when she did this."

"No one in Wutong Hall knows that I am interested in her."

Zhuge Hongyi was really angry, and Ke Yanran's performance was too much of her own beauty status, but she just did it like this.

This is what makes him hate the most.

Ke Yanran would rather flirt with a handyman student than accept his courtship, this is a huge blow to him.

A mere disciple of handyman, extremely despicable, how can he let Ke Yanran treat him like this?

"Ke Yanran, you really don't know how to flatter."

Huang Xian'er said angrily: "It's really not possible, Brother Hongyi will use some means to force Ke Yanran to submit. If the raw rice is cooked, she can only agree."

"No, it's not proper to do so, and a man would despise it."

Zhuge Hongyi refused, and said righteously.

"Brother Hongyi, sometimes you are too decent, this is not good."

Huang Xian'er sighed faintly. Although she admired Zhuge Hongyi's character, sticking to such a character was worthless to her.

"Am I decent? Hehe!"

Zhuge Hongyi laughed at himself in his heart.

He is the son of the lord of the Wutong Hall, and he must show his unparalleled virtues of benevolence and righteousness, so that everyone can be convinced. In the future, he will succeed as the lord of the Wutong Hall, so no one will gossip.

"That humble handyman disciple, what qualifications does he have to let Ke Yanran wipe away his sweat?"

"Tonight, he will definitely die."

Zhuge Hongyi's heart was already filled with killing intent, and he planned to take action.